National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

David lay prone in the scorched sand pit, his hands digging desperately into the soil.

He was completely unaware that his fingernails were filled with insect shell fragments and black blood.

On the tactical panel, the massive Kunlun warship of China, which blots out the sky, hovers in mid-air, its dark blue particle main cannon radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

David's chest heaved violently, and he let out a wild, animalistic panting.

On what grounds?

He risked his life, having his arms and legs torn off by the insects, and only gained a spatial evasion skill by self-destructing.

What about China?

Those old, weak, sick and disabled people didn't even break a sweat, and they directly created an interstellar warship!

Why do Chinese people get a 420% bonus?! There's definitely something fishy going on with the system!

[Our country's city walls are about to collapse, and they've already started building spaceships?]

Why are our players so selfish! David, you idiot, why don't you give up your individual awards!

Tanaka is a beast! He used civilians as shields, and then used all the rewards he received to enrich himself!

Learn from the Chinese! Return the rewards to the nation, and we too can awaken superpowers and don powered armor!

[Fuck! Chinese people don't deserve these; they are resources for all of humanity!]

[Please release the coordinates of China's positions; we want a united protest!]

Those selfish athletes can go to hell! You don't deserve to represent our country!

【……】

David was so angry looking at these comments that he trembled and almost spat blood onto the screen.

In order to protect the city gates of the Bald Eagle Kingdom, he abandoned even the most basic human decency.

Those idiots hiding in underground bunkers in China actually told him to give up the reward and give back to the country?

Without him, an S-class superhuman, supporting the country, the White Eagle would have been devoured by insects long ago, leaving not even a trace!

"A bunch of ungrateful idiots!"

David cursed at the sky and slammed his fist on the tactics panel.

In the real world, at the underground strategic command center of the Bald Eagle Nation.

Seeing the boiling public discontent online, the president smashed his coffee cup against the wall.

The people need an outlet to vent their anger, and the government must quickly shift the blame.

The spokesperson immediately stood in front of the camera, his expression somber.

"David's individualism severely hindered America's progress. His selfish appropriation of resources that belonged to the entire nation was a betrayal of the country!"

This kind of blame-shifting drama by politicians is playing out all over the world.

The players fought desperately on the front lines, while the citizens on the back lines furiously typed on their keyboards, tearing each other apart.

The entire Western world was plunged into complete division and chaos.

Nanyang, a luxurious manor.

Li Lianjie slumped on the leather sofa, her eyes sunken and her hair a tangled mess.

Dozens of empty medicine bottles were scattered on the coffee table, and next to them lay the Singapore passport that he had once been so proud of.

On the screen above, the horrific scenes from the Singapore positions were still being replayed.

Six hundred civilians were forcibly teleported there, and before they could even scream, their throats were chewed up by insects.

Li Lianjie trembled all over.

Every day he calculates the probability of being selected by the system and put into that meat grinder.

This mental torment drove him to a complete breakdown.

He grabbed a handful of sleeping pills, didn't even look at them, and shoved them into his mouth. He then picked up a half-empty bottle of red wine from the table and downed it.

Ten minutes later, the butler carrying a fruit platter pushed open the door and came in.

The plate fell to the ground, and glass shattered everywhere.

"Someone help! Call an ambulance! The boss overdosed on his pills!"

In the hospital's gastric lavage room, the pungent smell of disinfectant permeated the air.

A thick tube was inserted into Li Lianjie's stomach through his throat.

He lay on the edge of the bed, retching violently and vomiting a large amount of foul-smelling filth.

His face was covered in tears and snot, and there was no trace of the international superstar he once was.

The nurse pulled out the tube.

Li Lianjie rolled out of bed, her legs went weak, and she knelt directly on the cold tiles.

He clung tightly to the doctor's white coat beside him, wailing loudly.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have renounced my citizenship!"

"The safest place is when over a billion people are together! I must have been out of my mind to change my nationality!"

"Please, please help me contact the Chinese Embassy! I want to go back! I don't want anything anymore, I'll even go back to sweeping the streets!"

A nurse nearby rolled her eyes, took out her phone, snapped a picture of the scene, and casually uploaded it online.

Within just half an hour, the comment section was flooded with bullet comments from Chinese netizens.

Hey, isn't this the famous Li, the one who complained about the smelly air back then?

[Now you know that over a billion people are safe? Too late! You chose these foreign masters, you have to serve them to the bitter end, even if you have to kneel.]

[You've taken too few sleeping pills. Next time, I suggest jumping into the sea; it's more environmentally friendly.]

[Gastric lavage is such a waste of medical resources. Does Singapore even have the time to care about you now?]

[They ran faster than rabbits back then, and now they want to come back and ride on their ancestors' coattails? Dream on.]

The Chinese household registration system has long been locked; even the Emperor himself couldn't get in.

Seeing how badly he cried, I have to eat two extra bowls of rice tonight to celebrate.

Don't pity him; this kind of person is a typical sophisticated egoist, he deserves it!

【……】

A high-end studio apartment in a second-tier city in China.

Ever since she was forcibly conscripted by the system and narrowly escaped death thanks to a substitute prop, Kim So-yeon's mental state has become completely abnormal.

The situation on the White Eagle's battlefield was a terrible mess, and that madman David might drag civilians down with him at any moment.

Holding the bald eagle passport in her hand, she felt it was a death warrant.

"Bang!"

An expensive crystal vase was smashed against the wall, shards of glass scattering everywhere.

Kim So-yeon, with her hair disheveled and barefoot, stepped on shards of glass, oblivious to the blood flowing from her feet.

She grabbed the TV remote and smashed it against the screen.

"Why! Why can Chinese people cultivate immortality and fly spaceships?!"

"I don't want to be a citizen of the Bald Eagle! I want to be a Chinese!"

The downstairs residents couldn't stand the deafening noise any longer and called the police.

Ten minutes later.

Police officer Lao Wang, accompanied by his apprentice, pushed open the slightly ajar apartment door.

The living room was a complete mess; there wasn't even a place to step.

When Kim So-yeon saw the police officers in uniform, she felt like she had grasped a lifeline.

She scrambled over and clung tightly to Old Wang's leg.

"Officers! Please arrest me! Put me in jail if you want!"

She cried so hard that snot and tears streamed down her face, and the hyaluronic acid in her face was all bulging together, completely distorting her features.

"Please help me change my citizenship back to Chinese! I'm begging you!"

"I'm willing to donate all the money I've earned in China to the country! I don't want a single penny! Let me be Chinese!"

Old Wang frowned, took two steps back, and forcefully pulled his leg out.

He took the body camera off his waist and pointed it at Kim So-yeon, who was slumped on the ground.

"Ma'am, nationality issues fall under the jurisdiction of the Exit-Entry Administration Bureau; our police station cannot handle this matter."

Old Wang spoke calmly as he opened the police call logbook in his hand.

"Also, you were smashing things like that just now, which cracked the ceiling of the downstairs apartment."

"The property management company has released their damage assessment; you will need to pay 832 yuan for the repairs."

Old Wang took out his phone from his pocket and pulled up the payment code.

WeChat or Alipay?

Kim So-yeon stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

Her mind was filled with the life-or-death crisis of the nation, and this policeman was actually trying to calculate the ceiling repair cost of more than 800 yuan for her.

The video from the body camera went viral on major short video platforms that very night.

The joy of Chinese netizens is built on the suffering of these foreign nationals.

[This is hilarious! Does she think changing her nationality is as easy as buying cabbage at the market?]

[Eight hundred and thirty-two yuan, not a penny less! This is the efficiency of our Chinese police!]

[What the hell is this compensation for the ceiling? Dude, your life isn't even worth as much as the ceiling!]

The police officer was too pragmatic; he didn't engage with her at all.

If she had realized this sooner, why did she insist on getting that green card in the first place?

[Donate all your wealth? China is brimming with spiritual energy now; who cares about your measly fortune?]

I could watch this video a hundred times, it's so good with rice!

[I suggest they be deported immediately; don't pollute the spiritual energy of our Chinese nation.]

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